Marriage: Year Thirteen

2009 November 11
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by Jenny

When you pull four fresh pillowcases out of the linen closet, none of which match each other, or the cases on the pillows whose covers you are changing.

from → These Are The Days Of My Life

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  1. 2009 November 11
    Dana permalink

    So true, girl, so true. LOL

    Can ya believe it’s been thirteen years?!

  2. 2009 November 12
    Jenny Ryan permalink

    No, I really can’t! I still remember being at your and Greg’s wedding, barely being married myself :)

  3. 2009 November 13
    Square Peg Guy permalink

    I agree! But I know why — it’s because a few of those pillowcases have been placed on the floor in front of the radiators and made into cat beds.

    Happy 13th! Ours was in September. Or thereabouts. And I think it was actually our 14th. But who’s counting?

  4. 2009 November 15
    Jenny Ryan permalink

    Oh yeah, we have those kind of cat beds here too :)

    And Happy Anniversary!

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